Legend has it of a being whose eyes
Can see right through you

Eyes sparked into existence
By the first born star un-fashioned
 
But for the breath of life that creation
Itself whisked into their gleam
 

Sent on an odyssey of time eternal
To pry into such aspiring souls and the like
 
It traveled across it All
In a blink of a tingle on its irises
 
A child wrapped in the primal instant of birth
With but the void left to fathom

It molded  time into lives
Biding its creator’s calling

Legend has it that this being with eyes agleam
Watches from the inside of you